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Hallowed Be

Two years after Prince Heiko witnessed the death of his father during the 91st Battle of Tyton, and subsequently, the defeat of his kingdom, he was sent to the gates of the victor, armed with nothing but empty words and a command from his elder brother to form a treaty of peace. Two years after General Celestino Adesso released the arrow that felled the great king of Simo, he is presented with the youngest of his sons. Though barely a man at seventeen summers, the prince was far from wet behind the ears. In fact, his tactful yet brazen form of statecraft vaulted him far beyond his years. Coupled with his draconian mannerisms, and a knack for callous pleasure, it was only a matter of time before Celestino caught a whiff of something sinister. But Prince Heiko was no fool. He was betting heavily on that sharp nose. He wanted a sense of dubiety to gnaw at the general. He needed to create mistrust in his elder brother in order to build credence in himself. Because he knew of Celestino Adesso, and of the illustrious king he served. He knew they wouldn't trust him over his elder brother any more than they would trust a raincloud to bring sun. He knew that to those men, he wasn't honorable, and because of that, he was forced to play the games he was known for. The ones that conspired in the dead of night, the ones that spoke no words but shifted kingdoms. The ones that could obtain the allegiance of General Celestino. Little did the young prince know, however, allegiance was not all he would obtain. But no matter how much Heiko wanted to offer the man what he desired, he could not - not while bound to the gods. Check out my Discord:

K Higgins · LGBT+
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153 Chs

Devising the Board - Part 9

Even in the dimming light of dusk, Cele could immediately see how magnificent the Temple of the Muses was. It was built from stone nearly as white as marble, taller than it was wide, with the characteristic Simonese spires - that seemed to defy all laws of nature - to emulate its monumental and allegoric reach to the heavens.

They had ridden hard again for about half the day before slowing the horses to a respectable trot, making it to the city of Gierd, home of the Muses, by nightfall. It was a bustling city, the second largest in Simo, with cobbled roads and stone shops and houses littered throughout the streets. Tall iron posts lined the streets, cradling enclosed torches atop, lighting the city so defiantly that a foreigner might've believed that the Simonese didn't believe in sleep.